And it’s 3:33pm and my thoughts on aunty sitting beside me and surfing how to glow face so as you’ll forget your parlour forever… 🤣🤣 Am not a judge but see we can’t go beyond colour complexion- take any society, any culture… Isn’t it?
Let’s love ourselves again no matter how we look, irrespective of our colour, our true self craves for that love. Will you give it that? 😍
Whether in pain or in love state, the common thing is involvement. How much are we suffering is equivalent to our involvement? Isn’t it? Is there a way master love without involvement or say unconditional love?
My new found love💕 rare to find and easy to distract from. I meet him at early hours. He opens a world full of possibilities, sounds (I rarely hear) and a mystic existence. As if am able to hear myself, it’s just like he’s pouring his love from all directions and am only able to get a limited quantity in my hands.
We often laugh together, spend time and discover the empty slots to fill with more silence. I want world to sleep so that I can wake up with my love 🤗
I sat in a dark room, pondering over an issue ‘What do I really want?’ brought astonishing results. After so long I listened to rain drops carefully ( Yayyy… It’s raining here) , sound of silence ( that constant buzz in my ears that always leave me during the day and back by night to make me love ❤️this silence again and again), what more could be done to this life (am literally bored like I am missing Me) and conditions apply , these inner boundaries sometimes suck even this body, I want my soul to fly one more time, high and higher to bring ME again.
I know title is weird as every mystery revolves around Death and people are mad searching about it. But I want to ask you all what’s new? Today, a soul in our neighborhood left for another journey. The scene was all negative full of tears, despair and all that melodrama .. yes, I’ll use that word – Melodrama even though that person lived for 85 years. Comm’n I felt like dancing for that person’s life span. That person had great grandsons and daughters. How could you cry for that person? And that too loudly in order to impress the crowd. It’s time to celebrate death, crying is too overwhelming. Isn’t it? I read in India various communities do celebrate death. Now that’s something NEW!
Well, what’s new? That person’s life span, life, success .. nothing was that great and new. It’s time we see beyond the fear of death to live a remarkable life instead of for those numbers that hardly matter!
Whenever she tries to open up browser of her heart all she got is this : ‘YOU’RE NOT CONNECTED’. Weird, she does everything she needs to and even introspect but why that pops up every single time? That too with that same message. It’s hard to figure out now but she has decided to give it a look. She prepared a list of possible defaults and that’s what she got as a result:
-Lonely without a company.
-Not yet fully connected to her main server.
-Without a specific source or passion.
-Fix your problem using an expert.
Now, when she has figured out everything, it seems all are her concerns. “From where to start”, says she and then breathed out. Oxygen do bring in more clarity but not enough to identify how to overcome these. She is not in a position to reboot herself, it’s quite difficult when she’s at this stage fixing virus in her system. Maybe, she’ll turn off and check if she’s able to connect once again. Not quite sure as she has been doing this every day when asleep but as soon as the system is ON all is back to haunt her. Refreshing will hardly help, she needs some expert help. It was hard for her to jump on no.4 when she knew that she could’ve tried passing all the levels from 1 to 3. There’s no time …..
Sometimes all we need is to connect ourselves to our heart and a little help. He knows the way out.
It’s time to rest and reflect.. that time of the year. “I don’t want to look back,” says my mind. “Let’s clear all blockages I created this year”, exclaimed the heart. Now, am done and there’s no glass to look back. Blinded my vision to that past and now moving on with my binoculars.